The Dark Romance Genre

Heartiste, you’re a good writer, given the current popularity of dark-romance novels (i.e. 50 shades of grey, twilight), have you ever considered taking your own shot at writing an erotic romance novel for women, and seeing just how dark and twisted the female sexual psyche is, just for the fun of it?

Examples: Jack the Ripper, a misunderstood man who just loved too much. [ed: i laughed.]
or

SS Nazi Officer, blonde haired Ubermensch, whose steel cold and ruthless determination would give way to heartfelt whispers of love and tenderness.
or

Jaws, a tale of unrequited interspecies romance.

My guess is the second one might actually prove popular if done right.

Have I considered writing a dark romance novel? Who says I haven’t already? :wink:

The time is clearly ripe for it. Millions of Western women, removed from the emotional grounding of real struggle, surrounded on all sides by lapdog betas, inflamed to uncontrollable passions by the rare aloof alphas, are screaming out for quenching of their suppressed desires (suppressed, in part, by women’s own lifestyle paths).

I don’t believe it’s a coincidence that sketchy pulp romance porn like Twilight and Fifty Shades of Sadism are currently very popular with women. The contours of our fantasies are most starkly delineated when feeding desire that is least fulfilled in reality. A society of more seductive men would dampen women’s inner world of secret desires. A society of beta males stokes it.

Women, of course, have never been sugar and spice. The female sexual psyche shades and twists in degrees, ebbing and flowing according to social or ecological pressures, but it never ceases being a land of shadow and maze. A subversive romance novel that humanized some alpha male monster via a woman’s love and hamstering genuflection would simultaneously satisfy female desire and send it up. I like the second one, too. SS officer shows soft side, woman who loves him sets out first to win his trust and kill him in his sleep, but can’t help following her heart. He implants his Hitler youth in her womb. Fin.

Here’s another idea:

Unusually cute feminist who writes pointless blog liberating fatties and cunts from bowel-shaking judgment is seduced by lacrosse playing frat boy son of a Republican bigwig. She finds out he has murdered three black prostitutes and buried the bodies in a remote Virginia wood, but by that time her heart swoons for his hot-cold-hot-cold, dread-inducing relationship acumen, and her vagina struggles against her conscience for dominance. One night he takes her to the spot where the bodies are decomposing and asks if she wants to be tied to a tree. Fear and tingles grip her, and she relents despite her misgivings, overcome with hot lust to fulfill a long-held fantasy of getting “play”-raped against a stately oak. He asks increasingly demanding questions, to which she answers affirmatively, her vagina glowing hotter with each reluctant submission. A French poodle trots into the scene, film noirish, and it triggers a lost memory from her youth, when a niceguy beta with a good job and kitchen skills loved her and promised her a life of domestic contentment and backrubs. A single feminist tear creases her face, now ripped by agony and pleasure as frat boy’s turgid paddle rends her furrow. He is wearing a Zorro mask. She mewls like a cougar in the throes of post-meal delight.

Months of dangerous sex punctuate a rise in feminist stardom, but she keeps her secret well, suffering the endless indignities of his increasingly deranged intrusions upon her body and claims on her womanhood, going so far as to construct a locket for her to permanently wear as reminder of his love. The spiral of passion imprisons and releases her, until one day he unceremoniously dumps her after she catches him anally boffing her radical feminist co-editor. Now presumably freed of his inexplicable power over her, she makes plans to reveal his crimes, but every time, just when she is about to pull the trigger, she steps away from the brink to collect her thoughts on long eatpraylove straycations, the last one to Morocco, where a swarthy fellow selling exotic wool carpets that cost five cents to manufacture in a Chinese factory accosts her in a dusty alley and introduces her to sexy jihad. From there, she comes down with an extreme case of Stockholm Syndrome and follows him on a pilgrimage to London, where she is initiated into the chain migration family through one-sided arranged marriage. She becomes a zealous Muslim convert, and feels a love and emotional calm she has never felt before, except when memories of that one man sidle into her dreams…

A tall, blonde-haired figure in an extra-tight European blazer slips into the used book shoppe she now runs with her Moroccan sister/aunt/cousin-in-law. He places a dog-eared tome on the counter: “My Secret Garden”. Her fingers tremble and dance along the spine of the book. A nerve shake sends ripples along her flesh. She peers vainly for his eyes under the fedora with the rim pulled down low. All she sees is a studded metal plate covering half his face and a whimsical smirk.

“It’s you?”

The man taps the book cover with a sinewy index finger. She stumbles at the cash register and rings him up. A knife sits gamely in the pence slot. She stares at it for a second, before composing herself.

She gives him the change. He lets his hand linger in hers as the currency empties into his palm. He taps the book again, and walks slowly out the door. She opens the book and finds a marked page. Nestled between the pages is a skeleton key. She collapses to the floor. The iron locket that has pierced her for ten years presses sharply against her pubis. A note flutters from the book and lands in her lap.

“I forgive you.”

She weeps as a powerful orgasm paralyzes her. The key waits for her. She picks it up, caresses it, and throws it into the trash.

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“the importance of marriage is that it is at the center and circumference of property rights–of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

just as moses stated “thou shalt not steal” he also proclaimed “thou shalt not commit adultery.” as within adultery, one man may inseminate a women, while another man is robbed of the child while simultaneously forced to pay for said child. this is a form of theft.

the inflation tax is also a form of theft, and so, the central fiat bankers specialize in the creation of money alongside the deconstruction of marriage, both of which transfer wealth from the honest, rugged, hardworking man to the buttcockekekrlzolzozlzzlzlzzlzolz and to tucker max rhymes withgoldman slzozollzlzolozlzoz”

If you want to stoke the REAL forbidden fantasy of some women, in the SS fantasy have her be able to tell her ubermensh lover what to do with women she doesn’t like, men who she feels have insulted her, and let her watch as he slowly destroys them.

One big reason why women tingle over the idea of a violent alpha boyfriend is that he gives her the power to deal with her enemies.

1) Thanks for posting that before I did. The Night Porter is an equally beautiful and repulsive film, but it isn’t stupid and lowbrow enough to appeal to the average fat housewife.

2) Heartiste would never make it as an erotic fiction author; he’s far too good a writer. The one thing Twilight and 50 Shades have in common is that they’re both written at no higher than a 3rd grade reading level.

Actually, one of the big draws of having an alpha, in these sorts of stories, is being able to tear him down into some mewling, subservient beta, either dominated by the female sexually, or changed into some “good man” by her love. We typically don’t fantasize about killing our ~female~ enemies in real life, and I know a lot of would-be writer who go out of their way to make sure their aggressive fantasy alphas feel “bad” about killing. It’s not about him having power over her life, but about her having power over his. That’s the whole point – getting control.

Not to mention Schindler’s List… Ralph Fienne’s character Amon Goeth (the concentration camp commander) has the hots for his housekeeper, then shoots people from his balcony after they have sex. How ’bout that for Dark Romance, eh? Suitably “alpha”… or would the Fifty Shades fans prefer Saddam Hussein?

Regarding the Nazi officer, the great Dirk Bogarde and a very intense Charlotte Rampling made the standard bearer of the genre, The Night Porter (1974), directed by an Italian woman, Liliana Cavanni. This is an essential film. Just play it and see what happens.

It is a great film to stick on at the beginning of a relationship. It gets a woman turned on like no other and quickly gets her discussing her desires for submission that have, most likely, been unrealised. The more educated she is, the higher her class; the better the results.

Interesting that in 1969 Bogarde & Rampling co-starred in “The Damned.” Also about Nazis and also directed by an Italian (Luchino Visconti). Vicious reenactment of the “night of the long knives” after a squad of SS men on a barge silently glide across the lake to take over a resort where the SA leaders are celebrating.

Neill Strauss, Erik von Markovik write straightforward, even artful how-to manuals. They reach an audience of hundreds of thousands, perhaps a million or two total after years of publicity. CH publishes a blog, generates a cult following out of sheer force of poesy to describe a growing phenomenon, gets mentioned in several round-up articles. He has a loyal following of thousands, perhaps tens of thousands several degrees removed.

Meanwhile, E.L. James, who looks like this, pens the trashiest pulp about the same subject, sets the record for the fastest selling paperback of all time (beating Harry Potter), and reaches fifty million people in 37 countries in the space of about twelve months. Somehow her error-ridden, poorly written, embarrassing fan-fic style achieved a cultural tipping point.

What is the difference? Art. Even the worst literature trounces the best non-fiction when it comes to the promulgation of ideas. It lures the reader in by promising all the intimacy and all the safety: “It’s just a story!” It animates and personifies concepts into forms and characters every person can relate to, especially the people who are unconscious/defiant of the change the author is provoking in them. Hence the feminist can allow herself to read Fifty Shades in private, diddle herself, and pretend her ideology isn’t compromised. Literature penetrates the ultimate bitch shield.

Consider Al Gore’s An Inconvenient Truth. A wildly successful non-fiction documentary that basically filmed a lecture and tarted it up with infographics. It won him a Nobel Prize. It won him an Academy Award. It became a film around which university courses were designed. All the right people sat through its plodding inanities because it was an Important Topic. It made about $50M worldwide box office.

Now take James Cameron’s Avatar. Same environmental propaganda, but now set in a fictional universe fully realized, centering around a love story, shown in 3D with the latest whiz-bang cinema technologies. Supreme artistry delivering a preposterously idiotic idea. It made almost $3 billion worldwide box office, far and away the most of all time. It reached an audience 6,000% larger than Inconvenient Truth.

In other words, the vehicle of the idea is more important than the idea itself. If, like E.L. James, CH’s skills were mediocre — and they are not — it wouldn’t matter. If, like James Cameron or Al Gore, the quality of CH’s idea were mediocre — and it is not — it wouldn’t matter. All you need is one of the two placed in the vehicle of literature to have a chance of achieving the critical mass that a thousand brilliant essays could never accomplish.

Does it have to be the biggest movie of all time or the fastest selling fiction of all time? No. But it is enough to see the orders-of-magnitude difference between vehicles. Work smarter, not harder. Particularly since the utility of this bloggerific format reached its apogee at least two years ago.

CH has demonstrated the authorial ability, but his short-attention span retards him to the length of blog posts, and his stagnating imagination leads him to repeating the basics he first eloquently reported half-a-decade ago. When he does finally wise up to the inefficiency of his creative efforts, I’d suggest writing the novella under another name — so that the controversy of this blog will not hinder its widespread acceptance — and then reveal the connection after critical mass has been achieved. The fiction is the wedge for the non-fiction. Any other way will be snuffed out by political correctness early.

Matt

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* To connect it with a recent theme, n.b. that Solzhenitsyn is Stormfront approved! See also the Scruton video at that forum.

He strikes me as an analyst, not an artist. Able to present facts beautifully, but unable to breathe life into them. Too immersed in the world of abstraction. Intimately familiar with eternal facts, but unable to express them across time. Perhaps a collaboration should be considered.

I think I have. He dresses up cold, hard facts very nicely. He writes extremely well, which is a big part of why he’s caught on so well. Most of these aren’t radically new ideas, but he’s promoted a personality type that revolves around them and described it humorously and attractively. It takes a very different skill set to conjure up a world in which this personality expresses itself in human form.

Most people either have the ability to analyze reality or the ability to mimic it through art. It is extremely rare to find both in one person, and if he possessed it, I’d hold him in more respect than I already do.

I grew up near where Mike Tyson trained as a young boxer and am about the same age. I knew about all the incidents the local cops covered up, the violence and theft, the drunk driving. So a couple year’s later, he’s world champ, raping women, running wild. I’m doing “who’s your celebrity gimme” and the girl I’m dating tells me that dating Tyson is her fantasy, she could change him, he’s a nice guy, a hurting soul underneath. She doesn’t know about the crimes and coverups. I tell her a little bit about the guy’s crimes. She’s unfazed and says, “There, that proves it. He needs somebody like me.” Hilarious. I stayed with her a little longer but bailed, she had too much crazy for me to handle at that time. Evidently, this worship of really dark guys is a common trait, I should have taken better advantage of it and Alpha’ed up further and seen what kind of Lulz I could have generated.

I don’t get it lol talk about flipping the script she caught him cheating he dumped her then rights i forgive you on a note wtf

is that what i should do he he he
”””’I should have taken better advantage of it and Alpha’ed up further and seen what kind of Lulz I could have generated.

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i don’t know if only lulzz are generated though man you might look into the abyss and actually go there. Not that it is so bad to do it can be the best thing to do but it better be with the right psycho chick they ain’t all the same

[heartiste: it’s both, which is why virgins can command such high prices on the open sexual market. sex with a virgin is extra exciting to men, all else equal, and not just because virgins are typically younger hotter tighter than non-virgins. the thought of deflowering a woman and being her first sends a blast of lust through a man. and marriage to a virgin means she will be less likely to stray, and more likely to bond to you.]

I balked on fucking a virgin once, because I had no intention to stay with her, and her virginity didn’t excite me. It stirred a bonding feeling and a desire to protect her, but nothing purely sexual. Maybe I’m an outlier but I don’t really recognize myself in what you just wrote. Concerning the virginity for sale, I think it’s a good thing, the girl came out as the real whore that she really is, and the guy will realize a fantasy.
But I really believe that virgins should be approached or courted with honourable intentions. There are many sluts out there to play around with.

But since my belief seems to be in the minority, I may have to reconsider. If players really like to deflower virgins for fun, I don’t want to be the white knight with high morals. Feels like being a cuckold.

Before YaReally comes crawling out of the woodwork slamming my delusions about virgins, and my “madonna-whore complex” (which is a feminist expression btw), and laughing about my desire to protect and bond with a virgin, I feel like I have to emphasize that I don’t believe that virgins are fundamentally different from other women, and that preferring a virgin for LTR or marriage is not a whim of “keyboard jockey armchair theorist MGTOW MRAs who don’t know how to pickup girls” lol

A desire to bond and protect can lead to beta oneitis, but only for a bluepill chump. A virgin must be led, tamed, and feel dread, like any other girl.

That used to be common sense, but I don’t expect a leftie PUA like Yareally to understand common sense, except if it was broken down by tyler durden on RSD.

lol I don’t fuck virgins anymore. Mostly for selfish reasons, they get clingy and they don’t know what they’re doing in bed and I hate having to teach them, etc.

But they’re also generally looking for more than I’m offering (ie – an LTR) and part of my personal code is that I don’t like to lie to get girls, so I don’t have an interest in pretending to be into a relationship just to get in her pants because then I’m that guy that sends her down the cock carousel path by fucking with her head/heart early on in their sex-lives. I may think their notions of what love/sex is are retarded, but I can respect that to them their beliefs are important and are integrated into their identity. It’s like a bomb with a ton of extra wires…I can still diffuse it, but there’s more risk of blowing it up and doing serious long-term damage and I prefer not to mess with that these days.

So believe it or not I actually partly agree with you. Your reasoning behind it is just way gayer and full of fanciful white knightery (bonding/protecting) than mine, is all.

Also every slut was a virgin at some point. Virginity isn’t some magical thing bestowed only on the righteous good girls. That’s the main reason it’s silly to think they’re different. It’s a crap-shoot which girls are going to have sex and go “eh it’s okay I want to stick to this one man though” and which ones will go “holy shit that’s awesome, now I want to explore it more with other men”. I’d rather find out which type she is before investing in her lol

Ya Really is right that virgins get clingy. That’s why I kept passing them up in college. I didn’t want to have to deal with the drama. But that proves the point here — virgins bond better, while carousel riders don’t. Hence feminists attempts to make all women carousel riders, so they can’t bond with men.

And so, in retrospect, I should have deflowered at least one college chick who was asking when I had the chance. I would probably have ended up happier. Live and learn.

In reply to Tobin Rote: I broke my hymen riding a horse when I was 11. I didn’t know what had happened–it really didn’t hurt very much–so I asked my mother. She said, “Oh, you just broke your hymen, don’t worry about it, it’s just a little piece of skin. You don’t need it. It happens to lots of girls and it’s no big deal.”

So yes, it can happen that way. And I really fail to see why some of you guys put so much store in a little piece of membrane.

At what point did I claim the hymen was a social construct? Of course it’s a real anatomical feature…and it’s the only physical difference between a virgin and a non-virgin. Furthermore, it’s a fairly fragile anatomical feature that, as I proved above, can rather easily be broken through non-sexual means. I have a friend who broke hers while riding a bicycle designed for boys.

(By the way, nobody has ever explained to me why boys’ bikes have that bar and girls’ don’t. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?)

Of course, I’m also talking about this fixation on virgins that many of you have. I’m not condemning it–you want what you want, there’s nothing wrong with that–but this idea that you have that virgins are less likely to leave you? Well, you may be wrong there.

I dumped the man who took my virginity within a matter of a few weeks. HE got clingy and weird and started acting like he owned me, just because he’d been my first. I didn’t experience the slightest regret for having done so, either.

“it’s a fairly fragile anatomical feature that, as I proved above, can rather easily be broken through non-sexual means.”

Sure and men know it and always knew that it was a fragile membrane. But let’s say that 10% of girls are born without hymen and 10% lose it accidentally. It still means that 80% of girls who have a hymen are pure. Virginity is therefore a strong indicator of purity.
It seems unfair for the remaining 20% girls but life is unfair. Liberals and feminists want to make it fair, and screw everything up in the process. It’s always a bad idea to replace what works with what sounds good.
Besides, the 20% girls can always find a gullible loser to pair with.

“I dumped the man who took my virginity within a matter of a few weeks. HE got clingy and weird”

That’s what we’ve been saying. Virgins are not fundamentally different. They need a strong man like all women.
But they are more likely to stay loyal to a strong man if they find him. And they can overlook more betaness from their men. But not to the point of accepting “clingy and weird”.

Many reasons for men to prefer virgins. But it’s all fundamentally instinctual, and it all comes down to the male ego. Men don’t want to care for a woman who has been defiled bv another man, because our ego usually can’t accept it (except for the liberal cuckold fetishist betas like yareally who posted on this thread). Our ego serves as an evolutionary tool to warn us that non-virgins are unworthy of long-term investment.

@Anon: Thanks for the link, which does indeed pose some potential answers to my questions. Since birth control is indeed a relatively modern invention, the link between sex and pregnancy would have been embedded in the human hindbrain. (Of course, when I say “relatively modern,” I mean since the Paleolithic era. There’s some evidence that many tribal societies figured out what pennyroyal and Queen Anne’s lace does, and that they cultivated it for that purpose.)

@Tobin Rote: Actually, it’s very common for young girls to go through a “horsey” phase. I have no scientific evidence to support this, but looking back on my horsey phase…erm, OK, this is embarrassing…I think it’s about a latent, pre-sexual desire to have something powerful and a little bit dangerous between one’s legs. But of course, nobody sees it that way–it’s perceived (and in reality, IS) a wholesome activity.

You’re right that horseback riding is a fairly bourgeois pursuit, but even families without the means to actually own horses can arrange for riding lessons, etc. My family was strictly middle class, but my parents always found the dough to send me to riding camp when I was in my horse-crazy phase.

Be careful guys, a woman can be a non-virgin but still have a hymen. Some still have it because they only had sex a few times/hymen is stretching, and some just have anal sex. You wouldn’t want to take care of a woman who only had anal sex, would you? I don’t know how to find out if a girl is a virgin for sure, but the method probably has more to do with behavior.

The only special consideration a virgin should receive is the quality of sex you give her when you pop her cherry. If she is truly honorable, then your intentions are just a test that she needs to pass.

Me too. i think its a beautiful thing for Justin and his g/f to be able to share that experience together. Usually it doesn’t happen that way – one person is more experienced than the other. Good for you JUSTIN!

“If a man only worries about pleasing himself and doesn’t give a rat’s behind about what the woman is feeling…that will be the best sex she ever had.”

Sometimes, this is the right mindset. But do this shit for 1 year straight and she will probably cheat. It’s actually the number 1 reason of female infidelity: men being shit in bed.
I had a half-dozen girls who cheated on their bf/husband with me, most of them mentioned that their guy was shitty and selfish in bed.

Read something about A-spot and stacked orgasms. You will have trouble getting rid of women if you ever apply that stuff lol.

The point I was trying to make is that the man should get out of his head about trying to please her. That is probably why many men are bad in bed because they think too much. She is as much responsible for an enjoyable experience in bed as he is.

I would also think “shit and selfish in bed” is woman code for the guy asked how to please her.

I have to add that it’s not only about what you do. Because looking for buttons to push like a weirdo gynecologist won’t cut it. It’s also about how you hold yourself (alpha BL) and what you SAY.
Most men are silent in bed and that is sub-optimal to say the least. It’s understandable because men’s default mindset is “what the fuck are you supposed to say anyway”, but dirty/sweet/dirty talking in bed is an art.
Girls definitely prefer a man who talks, not someone with a big gutter-mouth who talks shit during the whole fucking, but someone who talks at the right time and says the right words with the right tone.

Sex God Method is an interesting read for that purpose. But this “you have to be selfish in bed all the time, who cares what the bitch needs” meme needs to die a horrible death.

“Sex God Method is an interesting read for that purpose. But this “you have to be selfish in bed all the time, who cares what the bitch needs” meme needs to die a horrible death.”

I agree completely. Yes, there are times to not give a fuck what she wants (part of the Sex God method is mixing it up with some of that I believe). But blowing a girl’s mind in bed is a combo of physical stuff (A-Spot, Deep Spot, and go watch squirting101 and listen to the instructions the guy in charge is describing for how to do it) and mental stuff (I get girls off via sexting all the time, and make them send me pics, vids, etc. of them doing the stuff I’m telling them to do, often at work because that’s funny to me lol).

If you’re a virgin with a virgin, you don’t HAVE to learn this stuff, your chick won’t know if you suck or not. But 1) it’s fucking fun lol and 2) it’d still be wise to take an interest in it because as an evil dark triady PUA, there’ve been a lot of women who, if their man had been better in bed, wouldn’t have needed to fuck a guy like me behind their man’s back.

Women’s magazines are full of crap when it comes to sex. Most of the advice is about problems that people who are reasonably turned on by one another simply do not have. Once I realized how spoiled I am, I went back and read over some of that garbage for laughs. No functioning man is actually shit in bed. Quite a few though, are apparently with women they don’t really want to have sex with.

On the virgins thing, ladies, very bluntly, dudes prefer purity. There are some exceptions, but they are few and far between. Even in societies that are relatively free on the virginity thing, they still seek a purity of mentality and conduct.

If you are over 25 or so, your virginity itself might not be that big a draw, but you best look good (or at least the best you can get out of yourself under your circumstances) like you want a man, but won’t just go with anybody. You have to have self respect, and it is also helpful to look and behave like you have men in your life who respect you.

For the non conventional looking among us, it does nothing for you to be at the extremes of prudishness or sluttery, but your sass had better have some selectivity behind it. Men just do not like “used up”.

Like being fat and dumpy, used up is an indicator of low class and the wrong kind of vulnerability that triggers predatory rather than protective instincts. So just because guys shag used up women a lot doesn’t mean they actually like this better. Availability and low demands is just a shortcut that the media exploits to bypass other quality filters.

Been with an older virgin (late 20s). She had a near-rape experience young and it took a while to help her work through her fear of intimacy/men. Personally I think it generally means they’re damaged or have baggage of some kind…sex is a fun, healthy, exciting thing. I would think it was weird if someone told me they had never eaten a hamburger before or played a card game. It’s just strange and tells me we have extremely opposite views on sex and while I wish them the best of luck, I’m not going to waste my time on them.

Yeah, needs he an editrix. One with a cruel streak who wields her red pen like a whip. Also, she can report on the cunt-temperature effect of his words.

Less baroque filigree, more unadorned Ernest Hemingway. I say this as a writer who is prone to the same lapses (cf. “filigree” supra [cf. “supra”]). When you have a good vocabulary and a flair for metaphor, the temptation to overload on them becomes keen. Words flow through capacious minds too fast to be enjoyed by all but the most studious readers. A compression effect results, producing a block of well-turned phrases individually considered, but together forming a clot that restricts what should be an enjoyable flow.

Stephen King says to never use an adverb and to eschew adjectives. Elmore Leonard makes fun of people who use any word for “said” except “said.” Go back and strip your work of the ornate decorations by a third and reveal a little more skin, like a pimp ripping the busy gewgaws off an overdressed whore. Show off your moneymaker, what God gave ya.

Faulkner on Hemingway: “He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.”

This is essentially high Byronic novel, something like “Jane Eyre” or “Wuthering Heights”.
Even better example is “Clarissa” by Samuel Richardson, with Lovelace as the daemonic seducer. But- these are classics & young females wouldn’t bother with them.

everyone should have a chick thats down for ANYTHING in their life
its scary its fucking crazy its fucking insane but it is good

just got done fucking her in the ass shit all over dick and she doesn’t care and still sucking that shit off saying nothing about it and in the moment in the heat and loving it.
i guess true about passion reducing the disgust reflex cause with the passion intensity at 10 there is no disgust reflex about anything and anything you want to do is ok no matter how off the fucking wall it is or that it goes against some norm or standard you are the setting the standard everything you want to do is ok.

Anyone seriously contemplating writing a “Dark Romance” and wants to take a swing at it is invited to submit it to me at ian dot ironwood at gmail dot com, because I’m now the editor of Adam & Eve E-Press, an experimental on-line publisher. Since 50 Shades has pretty much boosted our business by 30% this year, you could say we’re interested, although terms would be negotiable. Probably nothing up front, but being able to leverage a huge customer base of masturbating women ought to have a bit of allure for aspiring writers.

A quick note: Even “Dark Romance” has the same essential elements of any romance: Uber-Alpha lead who is hopelessly misunderstood but rich and powerful; the woman who falls for him, usually after fighting with him for half the book; and the thing has to end with a HEA, or it won’t sell. Just sayin’.

I’m considering this, partly because 50 Shades exposed a mainstream market that might actually make the time investment financially worth it, and party because it would be an interesting social experiment to me as a PUA…as in would a story that follows the rules of seduction that I’m well-acquainted with hit that sweet spot with women on a larger scale?

I actually write a lot of micro-length erotic stories when I’m sexting girls to give them something to imagine while they get off, and girls have been fans haha…but I haven’t written anything novel-length before and I’m not sure I could keep it going for 500+ pages.

I’ll save your E-Mail address though, it’s going to be winter soon and I’ll have a lot more free time being cooped up indoors.

Take a shot at this. Sooner rather than later. Just throw some shite out there, see if it sticks. Sounds like Ironwood can polish the turd to make it viable enough with the low-standard, Wall-Approaching, Maya crowd.

Even “Dark Romance” has the same essential elements of any romance: Uber-Alpha lead who is hopelessly misunderstood but rich and powerful; the woman who falls for him, usually after fighting with him for half the book; and the thing has to end with a HEA, or it won’t sell.

Right. Literature has gone off the rails ever since we began thinking, mid-20th century, that the height of sophistication was inverting the formula. Villain wins! Ambiguous ending! Obsession with trivia! (See P.T. Anderson, especially his latest, The Master.)

The formula has worked since Aristotle began describing it in The Poetics millennia ago. It works so well that even garbage writers (E.L. James, James Patterson, Danielle Steele) gain audiences while Art House dreck is artificially inflated by critics in proportion to its incoherence. “I don’t get it! It must be good!”

“Dark” romance is little different from stock romance, as you say. The temptation of amateurs is to boldly break the mold — because they don’t know their history, and they aren’t aware that mold-breaking has been done to death. So they will overemphasize the “dark” and ruin the surreptitious influences of fiction by being too on-the-nose.

Give readers permission to the fantasy by speaking the unspeakable from the distance of fiction. But it must be an indirect communication to encourage the bravery that allows them to contemplate transgression (at least in private).

And we need transgression more than ever in this sex-strangulating Half Century of the Shrew.

“Red Pill” romance requires the dominant-man, submissive-woman dynamic of any romance but with an emphasis on the man’s unapologetic nature for what he is. There is a fine line between catering to a woman’s expectations (HEA) and satisfying her unspeakable desires. That requires artistry. But then again, that what the “A” in PUA stands for, and PUAs have been writing those fictions for years, albeit in the much more subtle medium of body language, conversation, dissimulation, and pose. Unfortunately writing in black and white doesn’t lend itself easily to the shades of gray required in seduction.

CH does it in the most obvious way above, by flipping the script between a woman’s contradictory outer presentation (“unusually cute feminist”) and inner desire, creating multiple tensions to be resolved by manly willfulness.

But to write for women, you can’t lay the caricature on too thick. You have to flatter her pretensions into making her say, “OMG, she’s just like me! And I’m like her!” Same with her dark sexual antagonist. He has to show “vulnerabilities” that only the heroine detects.

The red pill is delivered in the climax, when it is revealed that those vulnerabilities were contrived for the purposes of seduction. And she doesn’t care. The more he rubs in the deception, the more he reveals her façade to be flimsy, the more submissive she must become, until she gives herself over to becoming a nullity: “I loved that he was so powerful I was nothing.”

That’s not a “happily ever after,” that’s a cliffhanger that begs for fifty shades “more,” and a predicament from which she must ultimately be “freed.” The thing about HEAs is that they murder the story dead. “Ever after” means no sequels. Yes, women consciously think they need the HEA, but they really need the dread that accompanies the thought that there might not be a HEA. The dark dominant man provides that dread by his very existence.

Inferno, Purgatorio, Paradiso. You can end the story at any point along the progression. But the complete circuit requires the man not just liberating her from her life of lies and knocking her off the pedestal. He completes her transformation by re-dignifing her into the truth and allowing her to truly become the Beatrice whom she thought she was before she met him. Thus a diddle story becomes a model for how to escape the real-life prison she wasn’t even aware of being trapped in. Like swallowing the red pill.

is actually weirdly more plausible than you think. See Savage Continent, which I learned about here:

The number of sexual relationships that took place between European women and Germans during the war is quite staggering. In Norway as many of 10 percent of women aged between fifteen and thirty had German boyfriends during the war. If the statistics on the number of children born to German soldiers are anything to go by, this was by no means unusual…

Resistance movements in occupied countries came up with all kinds of excuses for the behaviour of their women and girls. They characterized women who slept with Germans as ignorant, poor, even mentally defective. They claimed that women were raped, or that they only slept with Germans out of economic necessity. While this was undoubtedly the case for some, recent surveys show that women who slept with German soldiers came from all classes and all walks of life. On the whole European women slept with Germans not because they were forced to, or because their own men were absent, or because they needed money or food — but simply because they found the strong, “knightly” image of the German soldiers intensely attractive, especially compared to the weakened impression they had of their own menfolk. In Denmark, for example, wartime pollsters were shocked to discover that 51 per cent of Danish women openly admitted to finding German men more attractive than their own compatriots.

When status relationships between men are discernible, women always go for the highest status one. During occupation, it is quite obvious that the occupier has higher status than the occupied. It has always been that way, and always will be. Even genetically reengineering women won’t change it, since even starting from a completely blank slate, those women who are most adept at becoming impregnated by powerful men, will have an edge in propagating her genes. It’s not just some supposedly dysfunctional leftover from some mythical age where this evolution thingy ruled, that no longer apply to “us sophistimecated progressive folk.” Rather, it is an inevitability.

The same effect that gives caucasian men a (temporary) built in advantage in second and third world countries, and amongst immigrants, today. Even with women who don’t “need” their money. And Muslim men an advantage over their emasculated Western competitors in many immigrant heavy neighborhoods of the now Dystopian West.

One of my friends on facebook stated “Where are all the gentlemen? What happened to chivalry?” Thanks to swallowing the red pill I knew what she was trying to say…so I went into covert communication mode about emasculated men and how they act to see if I could get an overt reaction. This was the response.

“I almost feel violated sometimes. It definitely gets out of control and there is no need for it. To me…a real man doesn’t have to puff out his chest, so to say, to prove he’s a real man.”

Women feel violated if you don’t know how to be a man and she isn’t going to tell you how to be one either. Don’t seek advice from women on how to be a man…this blog will give you all the tools you need.

I don’t know if ladies would agree but to me feminism is worse than rape when it comes to violating women.

Yeah shit like that happens on my facebook too. Someone posted this on their wall a while back:

Followed by agreement from women and whining about men. One beta protested, but one of the women wasn’t taking any of it. I pointed out to the beta that the reason why women think good men don’t exist is because only a handful of guys register as men to them. Complete silence from the shrews. The beta sputtered some diplomatic drivel but my comment was the

You mean as opposed to the all-black audiences at the Apollo theater, who were known to be the harshest critics of performers anywhere in the Western world? Might want to research some black history there.

No need to belabor the obvious… remember, these blacks are a folk for whom “playing the dozens” (insult contests which extend beyond the personal to include one’s mother) is one of their earliest childhood games.

This is the final stage of the sexual revolution, gents. Not some hot, liberated, anime nympho eager to please. Oh no. We get the smirk and paunch of a tubby entitled beast with no conception of her sexual worthlessness spilling vapidities all over our public places, set to a peppy negro twang.

Hiaayy, boyyaneva had much gyame…

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards America to be born.

Freeze frame around 0:03. Even the dude being paid to fill out this cow’s fantasy cannot contain his macroexpressions of disgust. And it slips right past the editors undetected. Their fatness of ego is so undulating and omnivorous that they have ceased the ability to process the most basic body language: revulsion.

Well, duh, it’s because the lefty idea of affordable housing is to make more and more people* able to take out bigger loans, inflating a huge housing price bubble. It also lets donors in the construction business get real fat building mcmansions throughout our country’s wilderness.

shit, the government is just setting up a new state in the California hinterlands for them, white man’s law don’t apply there. This guy has a running series on the federally funded mexican colonies in california

Jesting aside, the only dark romance plot I see working out is one with a feminist women dating a devout (and abusive) muslim man. Anything else wouldn’t be subtle enough. I’d think with feminist’s desire for ‘progressiveness’ you could trojan horse a story like this into mainstream pretty easily. And it would also show womens complete disconnect from notions of rational justice. Abusive violence is abusive violence, unless it’s in the right context – viewed through a progressive pc lens.

You beat me to it. And there needs to be a scene where Ms. Progtard cheers on or partakes; as a younger, hotter competitor for her man’s attentions, that she has helped frame as a slut, is stoned.

That may be getting a bit too close to actual reality to be a best seller, though. As long as we’re dealing with Vampires and dead Nazis, Hamsterella has a much easier time compartmentalizing it as “just fiction”, with no relevance to actual reality.

The flip-side of all this is the rise of cuckold porn. There are millions of men out there whose pedistalization of women has become so twisted that they fantasize constantly of being cuckolded. Helplessly aroused by their own humiliation.

On the positive side: More young pussy for me. Now if only I could find a good way to make money from them.

If you read about the Nazi era, it was very common for the powerful Nazi’s to have pretty women. Power is the aphrodisiac of choice.

When Joseph Stalin died, the women in the inner circles were emotionally devastated, including Beria’s wife. He told her she was a strange bird, if Stalin had lived he would have killed them all. Didn’t affect her attitude.

Never assume a women is rational. That is the downfall of so many nice guys.

Golly. A woman who’s an expert at game because she read The Game, who doesn’t understand female attraction, has no cites backing up anything she says that contradicts experiences guys are having every day of our lives, who picks and chooses the most controversial aspects of PUA to focus on in her article followed by “ewwws” and “I would never like that if someone did it to me”s, who has no idea what being an awkward nerdy guy who’s been a hopeless unwanted virgin for 25 years is like, and who expects a seminar to instant unwire and fix guys with 25 years of bad wiring and hang-ups so that god forbid they accidentally make a girl feel uncomfortable at a bar now and then as they learn how to socialize and interact with other human beings so they don’t commit suicide or go on a shooting spree.

Never seen THIS before. This author is really breaking some new ground!!!!

The authoress kind of looks like an old Heather Graham with short hair and way too many donuts stuffed into her alimentary canal. She probably hates THucker MaxTH but lets him turn her sphincter into something that would make the goatse guy blush at.

Excellent article. It is a roadmap of her vulnerabilities to be exploited. I doubt she even takes her own critique that seriously. It is a shit test for the pick up community at large, and a weak one at that.

Bitchy aggressiveness in a woman is hot, just like aloofness in a man is attractive: it indicates she has the stuff that allow for such an attitude, and it provides a challenge to be dominated.

Unfortunately, in our entitlement society, even the warpigs (see video above) are adopting that aggressive attitude without earning it, which makes the signals go haywire — especially on a medium where images are manipulated/concealed. If you’re going to be a cunt, you’d better have a cunt worth plowing through your cuntliness over. We’re not going to dominate your aggression just to get a wormy doughy fupa for a prize.

You mean White men *want* Black women to be their sexual toilet. It’s not happening currently, in significant numbers, except in the context of prostitution or the new colonialism, and in the case of the latter, it’s Black children. The sex tourism in Africa is mostly pedophiles, and a fair proportion of them targeting boys.

The reason the hookers need to be Black is because men who are high enough in the food chain view all women as subordinate or lesser, but for the purpose of getting money from the White or assimilated female reader, there must be a clear distinction between the kind of women he kills and the kind he enslaves. The easiest distinction to make is racial. Plus, implying that he is racist rather than just practical, just makes him badder.

Also, since most White men don’t normally have access to Black women unless the Black women have few or no option to date within their own ethnicities, his greater than average access would make him seem more appealing. It would mean he had sufficient masculinity to register as male to a Black woman. So if I was to make a change, it would be that he dressed them up like prostitutes but they weren’t. A point of vulnerability, though expressed in violence, could be that he feels Black women who date out are selling themselves, so he releases them from their illusions by dressing them like whores, and then kills them to put them out of what must obviously, to him, be misery.

When I read that sentence it increased the “Duke lacrosse team” allusion previously referred to with the “lacrosse playing frat boy” description of the male character. Had it been “dead white girl” or “dead Hispanic rich girl” I would’ve thought of Joran van der Sloot. I saw the line as building up an image of the character, not a race-thing.

Still not convinced that negroes naturally have big dicks.
The BBC trend that’s noticeable right now is due to the selection during slavery. A large penis was perceived as a sign of fertility by slave owners. And it wasn’t even enough for the average negro dick size to skyrocket, it’s now only slightly superior to whites.

So, those old white slave owners didn’t give a fuck about big negro schlongs and only cared about business. And now little beta whites are all insecure because of the BBC.

Women have been sleeping with conquerors since the beginning of time. That’s how their genes survive war. Why would a woman want all her children to be killed? Loyalty is a quality of friends and dogs, not women.

[…] The same effect that gives caucasian men a (temporary) built in advantage in second and third world countries, and amongst immigrants, today. Even with women who don’t “need” their money. And Muslim men an advantage over their emasculated Western competitors in many immigrant heavy neighborhoods of the now Dystopian West. [källa] […]

The true story of what happened in the parts of Northern Europe subjected to prolonged Nazi occupation is far darker than normally presented. The fact that so many females spread their eager, ripe thighs wide open for the Germanic intruders was never much of a secret, I mean, the Allies experienced similar joys when they broke thru, past all resistance, to enter deep into the private depths of places like Holland. The pattern was quite obvious at the time.
Here is the hard part: Far more young Norwegian and French men voluntarily joined the German Waffen SS than let themselves be identified with the “Resistance Movement”.
I really doubt this happened because they were swayed by Nazi agi-prop. Most likely, they learned just how awful a thing it was to be stuck on the Losing Side. I mean if, if they still hoped to get some pussy.

“”didn’t you have to qualify to be in the SS? Wasn’t it an “elite” unit?””

At the beginning yeah. But that went out the window when recruiting for the Waffen SS from occupied territories.

They ended up recruiting a Muslim division from somewhere in the Balkans if memory serves.

That said one hell of a lot of young fit men wanted to be associated with the cool black dangerous looking uniforms of the conquerors, particularly in Holland where the local language is relatively similar to German and of course in the Germanic areas of France taken at Versailles.

The “Blue Legion” from Spain volunteered to go and fight in Russia even though their country was neutral.

The story of WW2 has quite a few more grey areas in it than most history books would suggest.

James is correct. There were two types of SS, the Allgemeine SS and the Waffen SS (General SS and Armed SS respectively). The camps were run by the Allgemeine SS Sicherheitsdienst (General SS) or the Security Service AKA the Gestapo. SS stands for Schutzstaffel or Security Staff. These men never really fought, but were administrators of the conquered territories, secret police, and camp personnel.

Over 2 million plus foreigners served in the Waffen SS in 32 field divisions. It is by far the largest multi-national force ever fielded. Originally, you had to be 1.8 meters tall, be in excellent health, and could have no scars. This was scrapped as recruitment demands made these stringent requirements impossible to keep. The stringent physical requirements were for the original SS battalion the Leibstandarte Adolf Hitler, which was converted into a famous division with the Skeleton Key as their symbol. Himmler sought to turn the SS into the future German Army to replace the Wehrmacht. SS General Felix Steiner (who invented camoflage uniforms) was instrumental in this recruitment of foreigners. It was believed that foreign loyalty could be better screened and controlled via the SS versus the Wehrmacht.

You know, I’m genuinely surprised that anybody’s still talking about this dreck, and that the people who are aren’t striking at the real heart of the matter. This isn’t limited to 50 Shades of Gray; it’s an entire Internet subculture that’s worming its way into the mainstream. There’s a vast, boiling sea of amateur pornographic “writing” out there that deals exactly with these sorts of themes described in this post; rape, mental torture, Stockhold Syndrome, subjugation, humiliation, violence, male castigation, uber!alphas, incorrect BDSM kink, redeeming evil characters through love/sex, shaming/hatred/murder of female character, etc. All written by women, to get other women wet. It’s called fanfiction, and what makes it more important that published erotica is that it hasn’t been run through any kind of censoring process. It’s pure, undistilled fantasy. The dark, throbbing, unacknowledged id of the Western female. Great stuff. Worth a look.

Talk about putting her on a rollercoaster. I’m sure there is a PUA term for this, whipping a girl around from one emotional extreme to another. Piloting is alpha X 10, I know this. (Just stay within yourself, fly during daytime, and don’t superalpha your bitches into the briny deep, JFK, Jr.)

But the best part of that little production was the punny title, “In Descent Proposal.” Fuck that pilot noize, dude should be a headline writer.

A friend of mine recommended this blog to me, to get out of the beta behavior I have been living. I have been looking around, and really appreciate the articles I have found. However, I have a particular problem right now with this girl I had been talking with online, and was hoping for any kind of personal advice, or articles I could read to address this.

We bonded last week online, over some music. We were supposed to meet up sometime Friday, when she decided to go get a tattoo, and somewhere in there, stopped talking to me. I know I lost control of the situation. After not talking to her for a day, she sent some vague text about the tattoo, and I found myself wondering what the hell happened. I then typed up this cringe worthy letter:

“Hey, just wondering what happened Friday through the weekend. It seemed as if things were going alright- we were talking, then just… distant. I know we didn’t have anything set in stone, but I guess I feel like I was stood up.

I still want to get to know more about you, and think you’re a cute, interesting, lass, with a great taste in music. I really want to know why you chose a Tiger Lily, in particular, for your tattoo! However, I’m just not going to be the guy to make “sorta plans with,” then ignored.”

Since I sent this, she hasn’t responded. I went over it with a friend, and realized all the wishy washy, approval seeking language in here. Right now, my plan is to just stop talking to her, but I was really open to any other advice, or if there was anything I could say to remedy the situation.

Thanks,
Tony

*Currently reading “No More Mr. Nice Guy,” and am ready to change this shit once and for all.

People here may offer advice, but they can’t do magic.
You fucked up. You fucked up so much that your name must be in the dictionary to explain what fuckung up means.

Your best bet is to forget her and bang other chicks. If she sees you with one of them and starts becoming approachable in some way, go for it. But she’s a yoga teacher and you’re a chemical engineer and it’s not like you guys are gonna stumble upon each other frequently…

Some tattoos are ethnic/tribal. I have my snake signature, which includes the thorn, and the Sankofa symbol on my chest.

I may not be much to look at now, but I look pretty good for my age, and was thin back when I was optimal marriage age and then some. I am also and always have been extremely loyal. The same values that caused this are the ones symbolized by the tattoo.

If someone doesn’t like it, they’re probably not the right man for me anyway. If having a tattoo makes a woman a slut, and a dude considers this a bad thing, then I wish him luck with the whore of his dreams.

She probably ran into an ex-boyfriend or something. If you’ve already got one-itis over a girl you chatted with ONE TIME ONLINE and are looking for advice on how to win her back BEFORE YOU’VE EVEN MET ONCE, there’s something seriously wrong here, like beyond beta and moving into omega stalker territory.

I have a better shot becoming a successful romance novelist because I’m a shitty writer.
Women are far too dumb to understand what the fuck you’re talking about. You gotta keep it simple and write like a 5 year old.

Actually most of your regular female readers here either have ended up in a mental asylum because of a hamster heart attack, or have a brain masculine enough to understand 20% of your ideology. That’s why we regularly have female commenters who ask ridiculous questions. They get the jist of what you’re saying, but they can’t connect all the fucking dots.

I have a better shot becoming a successful romance novelist because I’m a shitty writer.
Women are far too dumb to understand what the fuck you’re talking about. You gotta keep it simple and write like a 5 year old.

Right. Don’t think too much. Write like the airheads who wrote Twilight and 50 Shades of Grey and you’re all set.

the problem with marriage is at some point the dude stops wanting to fuck the woman as much as before and that is what causes problems.
they saddle the dude with all these responsibilities at the honeymoon stage and he also thinks gonna be like that forever but the truth is known that it won’t so he gets fucked and sidled with all this shit with society knowing dam well he ain’t gonna be getting what he signed up and paying for down the road.

so i let the chicks friend suck my dick after the hundreth call she keeps trying to fuck me i’m like gtfo you ain’t gonna become the other chick we soulmates just not meant to be on this planet you and me ain’t shit lolzzzz

In the real world, the Terminator travels back in time to dumpster dive with a yolo maid. Skynet proceeds unhindered. cbsloc.al/VkmmtQ 15 minutes ago ”””””

thanks ch yea who predicted end of the world first he he he
but yea shit takes atari technology for the drones to kill without human aid. Less tech than packman to make the decision to do it.

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Arkin added that robotic weapons should be designed as “ethical” warriors and that these type of robots could wage war in a more “humane” way.

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so fuckin insane how the fuck are you gonna remove human compassion from war and yet fight war in a more humane way that is the definition of idiocy.

all ya got to do is send them to another country and program to kill everything that moves with one shot and if it is still moving another shot. Allready has given them with drones ability to kill woman and kids in mass numbers and just blame it on the drones like hey it is the drones fault that it is so careless

but yea look for our lifetimes to enjoy and be able to see just how effective people with handheld weaps are against computers shooting them from further than the peoples guns can even shoot not very effective at all.

That is such a stretch that your sorry azz split in the middle. The Democrats had a heavy hand in developing the DHS (as soon as they found out that they could unionize the employees!), and have gone along and even encouraged much of what DHS has done, INCLUDING the Patriot Act. Even then, no one visualized obtaining and using autopilot drones at that time.
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what you mean noone visualized it i visualized that shit here on the the former chatteue many moons ago